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Sunday, August 28, 2005
Happy Birthday To Boots
Yesterday marked a MOMENTOUS occaision. The store had been open for exactly one year. THUS I've held a job for exactly one year. THUS I am proud. Okay okay, you got me. There WAS cake. And balloons! And free stuff. And cake.
Hum... I didnt actually know it was the store's first anniversary until the night before - THEY DON'T TELL US PART-TIMERS ANYTHING. If I hadn't, I'd have been one of those who came in and said : "Er.. Who's birthday is it?"
THEN I would have felt silly. Ahem.
We had face painting! Who doesnt remember how fun it is to have someone splodge on your face? I remember, I always wanted to be something humanely impossible. Or at least something thats impossible for the face painter. I'd be like "I want to be a really rich horse-riding lady" (Hey, I was like seven, all my ambitions were pony-centred. At least I got the rich bit right. And the lady bit..) and they'd be like .. "Errr, how about a MONKEY? Don't you want to be a monkey?"
God, don't you hate it when people fob you off with crappy questions like that? Like answering your question with... a question.... Twats.
Lol anyways, band practice on Thurs. Straight after the Marsworth party which should make things very interesting as its common knowledge that hangovers + loud music and attempts at singing = bad combination.
And I doubt there's enough food in the fridge to feed the five of us. So someone may have to starve. Or we'll eat the bassist. Hmmm....
We also have to choose which songs to cover - so those people that know the InDelirium sound should suggest something. We've already had "Gay Bar" and "Crossroads".
Hilarious..
Hum... I didnt actually know it was the store's first anniversary until the night before - THEY DON'T TELL US PART-TIMERS ANYTHING. If I hadn't, I'd have been one of those who came in and said : "Er.. Who's birthday is it?"
THEN I would have felt silly. Ahem.
We had face painting! Who doesnt remember how fun it is to have someone splodge on your face? I remember, I always wanted to be something humanely impossible. Or at least something thats impossible for the face painter. I'd be like "I want to be a really rich horse-riding lady" (Hey, I was like seven, all my ambitions were pony-centred. At least I got the rich bit right. And the lady bit..) and they'd be like .. "Errr, how about a MONKEY? Don't you want to be a monkey?"
God, don't you hate it when people fob you off with crappy questions like that? Like answering your question with... a question.... Twats.
Lol anyways, band practice on Thurs. Straight after the Marsworth party which should make things very interesting as its common knowledge that hangovers + loud music and attempts at singing = bad combination.
And I doubt there's enough food in the fridge to feed the five of us. So someone may have to starve. Or we'll eat the bassist. Hmmm....
We also have to choose which songs to cover - so those people that know the InDelirium sound should suggest something. We've already had "Gay Bar" and "Crossroads".
Hilarious..
